Despite your best efforts to get rid of the Bitch, they prove to be fruitless the moment you incidentally press the keys. The binding flash covers you entirely, and you fear for the boy, or anyone else that had being tampered with earlier on.
When the light fades, you discover that hopefully, no one has been affected.
But then, you also realize that you're way smaller than the Bitch, who isn't holding you anymore. And growling.
You don't even have time to process what has happened, as she gives you chase immediately. You find yourself somehow dashing on all fours, and luckily climbing on a tree, safe from danger but nearly unable to go down.
All this time, your confusion has stacked up, leaving you wondering what is going on. But when you look at yourself, the answer dawns on you.
Your arms are nothing short but furry jet black frontlegs, depriving you of your hands and instead giving you smooth paws.
You haven't become a dog like Keith or that one hysterical woman, but rather, a sleek and athletic cat.
Shock and confusion surrounds you, as you check the rest of your body, seeing your tail, feeling your whiskers and cone-shaped ears on top of your head, admiring your rear and hindlegs.
Your thoughts are interrupted by more violent barks coming down your position. It's the Bitch dog, and you can actually process what she says through her growls.
" You little shit ! Come back here, so that I can tear you apart for trying to take away my son ! "
In retrospect, it wasn't exactly the brightest thing to do. It's no reason, however, for her to act like this.
You hiss at her.
" Go to hell ! " is what she can process through your hissings, " I was only trying to solve the situation, and YOU worsened it ! "
" Oh yeah ? Well, maybe you only deserved it after all ! "
You sigh, as much as a cat can actually do that.
" Thank you for your input, ma'am. " You reply, annoyed, " But maybe you can figure out how to turn us back, right ? "
" My friend's right, you know. " adds on a whim Keith, joining the conversation.
She looks at both of you, confused by the situation, then reach out to the car keys. But like you, she doesn't actually knows how to use them.
It looks like the three of you are for now stuck in those forms.
Meanwhile, her son is staring at the whole scene, processing the correlation between two dogs, a cat and some vehicule keys. It's only a matter of seconds before he understands what happened this whole time.